Pradip Chattopadhyay

You Know What I Mean

Don’t put on sale outpour of your soulDon’t move around with a begging bowlJust add to this ocean your drops in silenceWithout seeking opinions on their excellence.Be sure they would on the surface risePearls of your thoughts won’t be hidden from eyesWait with patience for heart’s joyous soundWhen from the ocean your drops are found.Leave in your mind no trace of doubtThe hunters of poems will surely find you out.